The days are growing longer. When I wake up it is deeply dark – maybe 4:30 am. I extricate my numb limbs from the bodies of my sleeping children, and I listen to their breathing as I slowly make my way to the kitchen. I turn on the little light by the French press pot. I breathe in the cold still air.
After almost two years of chronic sleep deprivation thanks to a long pregnancy and a willful baby, I finally feel rested enough to wake early. The early morning feels intimate, secret, slow. It’s the perfect time to reflect on my life, what’s working, what’s not…where I can find gratitude.
When you’re in it, thick in it, with little kids, it’s so hard to see the progress you’re making both as a mother and as an educational guide. I want to document the learning process beyond just shuffling cards around on Trello. I want to remember and (high five myself for) the wide-eyed moments when my homeschooling kid is on fire with new knowledge.
The day brings noise and slamming doors and little toy tripping hazards and coloring pages and markers everywhere. There is reading, math, and an endless stream of queries which I find delightful, exhausting, and occasionally the trigger of my existential dread. But here, in this journal, I will break it down, reassemble it, reflect, polish it, make it shine.
Light On Homeschool 